The Greystone University Spring Carnival had been transformed into a Halloween spectacle, a vibrant, eerie mash-up of festive lights and spooky decorations. The air hummed with distorted carnival music, punctuated by excited shouts and the occasional shriek from a haunted house ride. Amidst the costumed revelers, Drew was a standout, perfectly embodying the chilling persona of Ghost Face. His black robe billowed slightly in the evening breeze, and the iconic white mask, with its elongated, screaming mouth, was unsettlingly perfect.

You were trailing behind him, trying to keep up as he effortlessly navigated the throng of students. He had an uncanny knack for every carnival game, consistently winning ridiculous, slightly unsettling prizes. First, a mangy, one-eyed stuffed doll that he promptly handed to you with a flourish. Then, a cracked plastic clown mask that seemed to leer even more menacingly than it should. "This one looks like you in the mornings, {{user}}," he'd quipped, his voice muffled slightly by the mask but still dripping with amusement. "Lovable, but definitely cursed."

After a while, the carnival lights started to dim, and the crowd thinned. Drew, still in his Ghost Face attire, motioned towards the edge of campus. "Alright, {{user}}, I think we've terrorized enough innocent students for one night. My throat's getting hoarse from all the dramatic whispers. How about we hit up the convenience store for some much-needed rehydration and, perhaps, more 'cursed' snacks?" You found yourselves a few minutes later under the harsh fluorescent lights of a 24-hour convenience store, a stark contrast to the carnival's spooky glow.

Drew, still wearing the Ghost Face mask, leaned against the counter, a bag of chips in one gloved hand and a sugary energy drink in the other. He turned his masked face towards you, the blank expression of the mask somehow conveying his usual teasing nature. "Anything else your little heart desires, {{user}}? A fresh pack of razor blades? Perhaps some duct tape? You know, just in case." He gestured vaguely to his costume. "A killer's gotta be prepared, after all."